I hate those times
When I wanted to reach you
We met in odd feelings
And that fated talk might not have affected yours
It won't be real cause I'm frightened
(At the future)
And then, the next page was probably a hope about
How could I win a laurel in my own eyes with you
But that was just another wish you gave me
You hold back the puzzle between your dreams
Cause until this time it's still uncharted
To talk about the trust in your mind
I just know that the blueprint is on his hands
I won't be able to notice
Open your baffled eyes
Open your eyes
The ocean draws hollow, The blue repeats pity notes
The sound makes wounds, The stream mourns senses
The ocean draws hollow, The blue repeats pity notes
The sound makes wounds, The stream mourns senses
On my distressed frame
Oh, I'm letting you drown me down
Oh well, the next page's probably a blank page about
How could I just weep to what our recollections were
If there's another hope you would give me
To let me live a spark between your dreams
Cause until this time it's still uncharted
To talk about the trust in your mind
I just know that the blueprint is on his hands
Haze flows in front of my eyes
I let myself baffled
I don't know why